To see clearly,
all the time To stride nonchalantly
through the crowd Glancing here
and there Not to have to
think twice about this Or that even this
and that Maybe even, run
and jump

Get real those
days are over Now rolling over
in bed is a mission With spinning
head and rolling eyes Keep them closed
and roll, you say Where's the edge,
where's the edge

TIRED EYES

Sunk in sockets Shrivelled from looking out
at a tired world Torn as in a compactor or
tearing thing Shoulders slumped and back
aching A list of things I should
do Before tomorrow Do I care? No I don't, life will go on
regardless And the list will only grow
longer Or I could whinge about it Write whingy poetry Post it wide Or I could just go to bed At 9:30 pm Wake up at 12:00 pm and be
refreshed Go down to the 24 Hour diner
and drink bottomless cups I probably will - my rego
runs out on Friday Its my last chance Did I tell you I am broke? Whinge whinge whinge.